Wang Yong did what he said, gave each of them a little five baht, and then invited the two to have a morning meal, and the two politely said goodbye and left. As the tofu was ready, Wen Ming naturally tasted the taste of the so-called tofu, and took the commission this time to leave.

This expense, because of the way of the house of everything, naturally can not fill his pocket, Wen Ming can only obediently bring the commission back to report, after all, their salary is directly linked to their performance.

"The tentative job is reception and chores, and you need to come over and help with the kitchen when necessary. At the same time, at the end of the month, when settling wages, a performance bonus equivalent to wages will be given according to the labor intensity of the month, and in the last month at the end of the year, an extra month's wages will be paid as a year-end bonus, how? As for Liu Li's salary, Wang Yong also offered his conditions.

"This condition is very generous, and the shopkeeper is benevolent!" Liu Li replied very sincerely, for a homeless person who had just been displaced to Zhencheng with his family, this salary was really rich. As for performance bonuses and year-end bonuses, there really has never been.

Immediately, Wang Yong felt a sight coming from behind him, and when he looked back, he saw Guo Jia looking at him as if he was nothing. It seems that I want to ask questions, but I can't say anything, and I feel a little twisted.

"Your main responsibility is the accounting room, come over to help cook when necessary, there are not many working hours a day, and all I can promise is food and accommodation, plus a hundred salaries, how about it?" Wang Yong will not be polite to Guo Jia, after all, Guo Jia only comes to the store to help an hour before the meal every day, counting the working hours after the afternoon and the office, strictly speaking, he only works for four hours.

"Yes!" Guo Jia was very satisfied, so that her salary in the yamen could be directly saved for later use.

"It's really easy to pass away......" Seeing Guo Jia so happy, I don't know why Wang Yong feels guilty. Then he looked at Liu Li, this kid's linen short fight looked a little tattered, is this image of receiving guests ......

It's just why there is a color. Feeling full of gas? Wang Yong was a little puzzled, Liu Li gave people the feeling of being like a soft girl, both in temperament and appearance. However, the clothes are a little tattered, and there are just two holes near the abdomen and the base of the thighs, slightly revealing some skin, which is easy to evoke.

In other words, as a man, is it really good that his skin is so white and tender? Wang Yong even subconsciously complained: "Liu Li, it is said that you also came from Pengcheng, you have been exposed to the wind and sun along the way, why is your skin still so fair?" ”

It looks thin on the outside, but the complexion is quite healthy, mainly because of this skin, which is a bit foul!

"I used to be a doorman at the House of Everything!" Liu Li explained, "My appearance is one of my capitals, so no matter what, I must take care of it." Before we officially took office, we had to undergo about three months of skin care courses, and now even if we are homeless, we will protect this capital to the greatest extent! ”

"Speaking of which, since you used to be a doorman in the House of Everything, why don't you do it now?" Wang Yong asked curiously.

"After all, I'm over fifteen years old and can't continue to be a doorman. According to the rules of the store, you can either change careers and become a salesman, or you can only quit. I'm not very good at negotiating, and I'm not very sensitive to numbers, so ......," Liu Li said regretfully.

"I'm sorry, I asked something I shouldn't ask...... Wang Yong could only choose to apologize at the moment.

"It's nothing, after all, now I've got a good job again." Liu Li smiled naturally, without any remorse.

"Well, then, it's almost time, and we should get ready to feed...... No, it's lunch! Wang Yong looked at the time, and then reminded.

"Okay, what do you need me to do?" Liu Li nodded when he heard this, and immediately followed Wang Yong to the back kitchen.

Pasta is naturally indispensable, and since the morning food has already eaten steamed buns, then no matter how you have to change a pasta at noon. Wang Yong does have plans to try handmade ramen, but now he doesn't have that much time to try.

"Let's make a pot helmet this time!" Wang Yong weighed it and made a decision.

The legend of the pot helmet has appeared in the Zhou Dynasty, and it is said that when one is tied to the front and the back, it can even be used as armor, and the anti-arrow ability is good, and it is called 'the armor branded in the pot'. Another legend is that during the Wu Zetian period of the Tang Dynasty, some soldiers put the dough into the helmet and baked it, and the baked cake was shaped like a helmet, so it was called a pot helmet, and Wang Yong believed in this legend more.

According to the different processes and practices, Shaanxi, Gansu and Sichuan have local characteristics of pot helmets in later generations. What he wants to do is Shaanxi's pot helmet. Of course, the thickness was slightly lowered, after all, he didn't have time to bake slowly.

Add to the dough, don't add cumin, don't add so much water, after waking up, roll it out with a rolling pin, the dough is very hard, generally speaking, it will be a little stressed when rolled, but it is nothing to Wang Yong today. After rolling, it is not difficult to fry.

"But it seems that there has never been such a thing as a pot helmet in this world...... "Looking at Liu Li unfamiliarly learning to make his own dough cakes, Wang Yong felt that the legend of the pot helmet, at least in this world, should have started to appear from him.

"It's so easy to make!" After branding a pot helmet, Liu Li exclaimed, "It's just so thick, how can you eat it?" ”

"It's easy!" Wang Yong took it with a smile, then cut it into several pieces, and took out several seasonings at the same time, motioning for Liu Li to dip and eat. At the same time, I returned to the back kitchen, looked for it, and took out a jar of pickled mustard, but unfortunately there were no chili peppers to put in.

"It's acceptable to eat it with dipping sauce, but the dough is slightly hard!" Liu Li took two bites and commented directly.

"So that's it!" Wang Yong smiled, cut a knife in the middle of a pot helmet, cut out a gap, and then filled in the mustard from the gap, so he motioned Liu Li to continue to taste.

"This taste, it's acceptable!" Liu Li took a bite and was quite satisfied with the taste. The sauce is a bit heavy, and it is far less refreshing and comfortable than pickled mustard.

Maybe it was because of the small amount of food, or maybe not long after eating the morning food, Liu Li ate a pot helmet and felt very full.

"You can't eat it anymore, huh? I'll have a long afternoon of work! Wang Yong laughed, "That's it!" How about bringing a pot helmet back to your family later? By the way, speaking of which, how many family members did you come over? ”

"There's a younger brother at home!" Liu Li said in a low voice. Come to think of it, he is seventeen years old, his father may be forty or fifty years old, and the life expectancy of men in this era is like this. As for the mother, I'm afraid she has already remarried.

"Is there a place to stay?" Wang Yong asked with concern.

"My younger brother works as a doorman in Wanshiwu and is assigned to a dormitory, and I ...... here" Liu Li was a little embarrassed.

"If you take care of your own living expenses and help with some housework at the same time, it's not impossible to cover it!" Wang Yong knew what he meant, so he simply did it to the end, anyway, there were still two empty rooms.

"Thank you, owner!" When Liu Li heard this, his eyes immediately filled with tears, and he said with a touching attitude. With his figure, voice, and slightly long hair, almost instantly Wang Yong really regarded him as a sister.

"By the way, are you really a boy?" Wang Yong felt that it was better to ask directly.

"Yes, I am indeed male!" When Liu Li heard this, he was a little surprised at first, and then replied firmly.

"Oh, that's good!" Wang Yong actually thinks it's very bad, if Li Dian, Cao Hong and Xiahou Yuan are all standard beautiful men, Wen Ming is a beautiful boy...... Liu Li is like this, she is a pseudo-mother at all. Living under the same roof, I always feel a little uncomfortable.